A Weak Heart

Yesterday was a Club Latino Potluck, so after brunch, I gathered all the ingredients I had at hand and Safeway and made Vietnamese Spring Rolls. It turned out to really great…well, really plain, but the peanut butter sauce I made to accompany with the meal made the rolls amazing. A lot of people liked it, while I liked the hash brown casserole and quesadillas more. Everyone made a meal, and we all gathered at the GAC to enjoy it. It was really nice.

Afterwards, I prepared some work for today. I am setting up a First Generation / Working Class Gallery today in the Reid Campus Center. You should come if you can—it will be opened from October 28th to November 11th, displaying the theme of what it means to be first generation and/or working class.

At 7:30 PM, we gathered in front of Prentiss to walk to North, for the annual haunted hospital! It was super scary, and as I approached nearer to the front of the line, I literally felt butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of the fear I would be dealing with. The scariest part of the entire ordeal was when we went through the children’s ward, and one of the kids followed me and spoke very hauntingly. I tried pushing my friend toward the kid and be as far away from the kid as possible, but my friend knew better.

After the adrenaline rush, we went and watched some scary movies that scared me so much I would not go to sleep until my roommate was back. Yes, I have quite a weak heart. That is what my uncles say when they do not want to go on the roller coaster. We watched “Let Me In,” the American adaptation of “Let the Right One In.” I enjoyed the Swedish version much more—it was more beautiful and had a chilling elegance, in comparison to the American adaptation. Nonetheless, the American adaption was scary.

Now, here I am, about to head to Reid to set up the gallery. Cannot wait! Have a good weekend—I certainly am.